NEW 1991 POLITICALLY CORRECT LABELS
OLD LABEL: NEW LABEL
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conservative: reactionary
the Establishment: White Power Elite
hearing person: temporarily aurally abled
sighted person: temporarily visually abled
blind: visually challenged
mute: vocally challenged
dead: metabolically different
alive: temporarily metabolically abled
ugly: aesthetically challenged
fat: alternative body image
rude: politically correct
psychopath: socially misaligned
bald: follicularly challenged
non-white, non-male: oppressed
white: melanin-impoverished, genetically oppressive
white male: oppressor
black: african-american
asian: asian-american
afro-american: african-american
pregnancy: parasitic oppression
janitor: sanitation engineer
dishwasher: utensil sanitizer
dairy: where cows are raped
ranch: where cattle are murdered
egg ranch: where hens are raped
biology department: where animals are tortured and then murdered to
fulfill the sadistic fantasies of white male
scientist lackeys of the imperialistic drug companies
fishing: raping the oceans
farming: exploiting mother earth
paper bag: processed tree carcass
To: Royce From: The Woodmeister Subject: Banner Just saw your banner when I sent the last message. Love it! It made me laugh. You make me laugh. You make me cry. You make me hiccup. You make me flatulate uncontrollably around good-looking schnauzers. Good-looking schnauzers make me hiccup while crying because I've been laughing too hard and am now in pain. Pain makes me find schnauzers attractive. A good-looking hiccuping schnauzer with red eyes from crying at how piteous my laughter sounds just reminded me that I've got a class to sleep through. Later! The Schnauzmeister
Subj: RE: sheesh (46/50) From: Robert A. Iris #87 Last on: 3/23/92 To : Woodstock #120 Date: Mon, Mar 23, 1992 7:58:03 I attended drama school there for a year and we would go downto the science center on group trips. (HAH!) The room goes dark. Speakers come on around and above and below you. A deep voice says welcome. A tiny dot of green light appears high above you, about where venus would be in the sky. And then the scream And the sky errupts into red and yellow. People and objects fly throught the air. Butterflys and cash registers. Strange patters of visual rythym. Your mouth keeps falling open and you try to keep it closed but things, beautiful things keep falling out of the sky. It should never end. Then it does. And the lights come on and the deep voice says thank you and the speakers go quite as the lights turn night into day as you applaud.